Moonlight s01e05 Episode Script

NARRATOR: Previously on Moonlight: MICK: I wanna help people.
That's why I became a PI.
- I heard what you said.
- That I'm a vampire.
MICK: After last time, what with the incinerator I wasn 't sure if I was gonna see you again.
It was a lot to process.
Some people just aren 't meant to be together.
Beth has a very real boyfriend and after my ex-wife, Coraline, it's hard for me to trust someone again.
I know we didn't exactly get off on the right foot but I've heard good things from Beth.
- I'm glad the buzz is good.
JOSH: She also said it's never boring around you.
MICK: Vampires can be in the daylight, but too much direct sunlight will kill us.
And our survival instincts are simple: If you're dying, you need blood.
No, not yours.
Not like this.
At some point, you're gonna have to stop me.
There.
Dr.
Rosin says it's okay, it's okay.
- Feel better now? - I felt fine before.
Well, I feel better.
JOSH: That is one weird cut.
I mean, two.
It was pretty crazy out there in the desert, wasrt it? Yeah.
A little.
It's strange that Mick hasn't even stopped by since.
At least to see how you are.
I'm fine.
It's just, for a while, it was like he was there every time we opened the door, and now he's sort of disappeared.
Wasrt something I said, was it? Sorry, what? MICK: If I've learned anything in 85 years, it's that what you want WOMAN: Watch it.
- doesn 't always matter.
I'm sorry.
You can wanna get from here to there.
You can want to be on time.
You can want to avoid someone for their own good because say, you drank their blood out in the desert.
MAN: Watch it.
But if the universe wants something different well, you can run, but you can 't hide.
Mick.
Hi.
We're here for a blood test.
A blood test? - Are you two? - Getting married? No, no.
Uh For this.
Josh thought I might have tetanus, you know from the chainlink fence.
Ah.
- So, what are you doing here? - Same.
Blood.
Work.
L l I have to get some blood work done.
You know, I left you a message.
MICK: Actually, she left four.
- I must've missed that somehow.
- Well, you know now so call when you get a chance.
- Yeah.
Or better yet, come by tomorrow night.
We're having friends over to celebrate one year together.
- Mick doesn't wanna - No, I would want to.
Uh But I can't.
I'm sorry.
But congratulations.
That's You know, one year.
That's, uh, really something.
Thanks.
See you.
There's what we want then there are the million coincidences we have no control over.
The events that put us in a certain place at a certain time and change our lives forever.
Who controls these coincidences? All I know, it's not us.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Oh, no, honey.
I just can't.
Not with you.
So run along and we'll call it even.
You know, your picture was a lot prettier.
[MUFFLED GRUNT.]
[TYPING.]
Hey.
Wake up, girl.
We got a live one.
Recipes? Oh, Josh and I are having some friends over tonight.
- "Coq in a reduction sauce"? - It's French for "chicken.
" Still - You said you had a live one? - Ooh.
Dead, actually.
You're gonna like this.
BETH: An escort? - Mm-hm.
Juicy stuff too.
My source said, quote, "A very distinctive m.
o.
" - You think this is? - Like the San Francisco guy.
The way this has been in the news, it brings out the perverts.
Look for a copycat angle.
I'm all over it.
You know, the degree you like this stuff almost makes me uncomfortable.
MOM: She came out here to be an actress.
She was in Our Town in 10th grade.
She was the main one you know, the one that does all the talking.
MOM: Suddenly, we couldn't reach her.
Our letters came back and her phone was disconnected.
MICK: I'd heard the same story for decades.
Small-town beauty leaves home looking for excitement and gets it.
Used to be it ended with her dancing in a cage or if she was lucky, living in some apartment paid for by a gentleman three times her age.
But lately, I'd been hearing something else.
People all over town knew, but nobody told us.
We were the last ones to know.
That she was on the Internet as an escort? [UNFOLDING PAPER.]
We tried that number, but she never called us back.
And they review them on the Internet.
Like sows at auction.
I'm gonna find her for you.
I promise.
COP: Hey, everyone, back.
Hey, no pictures.
- Cameras off.
COP: Hey.
Hey, hey.
You.
CARL: Come on, guys, we need to keep everyone back.
Take a little pride in your jobs.
Hey.
Hey, you.
Don't make me take that camera from you.
Hey, I said everyone back.
Beth, come on, you know the drill.
- Who are those guys? - They heard the apartment's available.
- Thought they might take it.
- Are they FBI? - No comment.
- Can I quote you on that? We're dealing with a serious situation.
I need you to back off.
Okay? Please, for once.
Is it like San Francisco, the escort killer there? Copycat? Or did he come to L.
A.
? MAN: All right, everyone back.
Coming out.
Is that why the FBI's here? He's come to L.
A.
? Beth, you know what you need? You need an off switch.
JOSEF: So your reporter friend What's her name? - You know her name.
- Yeah, Beth.
Right.
So how's that going since happy hour? Fine.
Oh.
Knowing you, that means you're avoiding her.
You're a romantic in the abstract, my friend, but the reality of fang on flesh Look, you said you could help me find the missing girl.
- Did I? - Yes.
Hmm.
What do you think he's here for? - Your new valet? JOSEF: No.
Maestro of all things telephonic.
Rider England.
Mick St.
John.
I hear you're looking for someone.
Right.
Hmm.
"A perfect 10.
" - What'd she do, she break your heart? - No, her parents'.
She requires references.
You know that.
Yeah, I'm not looking to hook up.
I just need the address.
No problem.
You hear that? No problem.
No problem.
Boy, a lot's changed in 400 years.
Yeah, there's no regular cathouses anymore.
Another casualty of the digital age.
Now it's categories.
Blonds, Asians, busty, mature.
Equestrian.
Hmm.
Choice, choice, choice.
- It's very efficient, very American.
- You sound almost nostalgic.
Whatever happened to four girls on a street corner undercutting each other? Okay.
Here we go.
Wilshire Corridor.
God, these pros do love their high-rises.
Thank you, gentlemen.
All right, listen up.
To you both.
Together a year now.
- Cheers.
- Hey.
Wait, I'm not through.
- Is anyone else dying of thirst here? - To you.
- And to that moment you first met.
- Don't The only two cars in a parking lot the size of Rhode Island collide.
You said, " Let an insurance adjuster call it an accident.
I call it fate.
" So to, um - Insurance adjusters.
- Fate.
- To fate.
- Cheers.
BETH: Cheers.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm kind of expecting a call right now.
Hey.
Yeah, I'm good.
Uh Yeah, I can tonight.
Um Maybe in like two or three hours? Right now? No, I'm kind of in the middle of something.
No, no, I want to.
Okay.
I'm sorry about that.
I've got this weird case.
I've got a window to get into the morgue tonight.
- You'd rather be at the morgue? - Heh.
No, not rather.
It's just You know, I can probably get in tomorrow morning.
No, it's okay.
If you have to, you have to.
- Thank you for being so understanding.
- Yeah, I'm so understanding.
- Okay, you're mad.
- I'm not mad.
Well, you're something.
Look, you got to admit, that's pretty rude.
Those are your friends in there.
You invite them here, and then he calls and you bail.
- Who calls? - Mick St.
John.
That wasrt Mick St.
John.
That was a contact I have at the morgue.
Well, what would you have thought? I saw the way you two looked at each other when we bumped into him.
- Oh, for goodness' sakes.
- Honestly.
I couldn't miss it.
Now is not the right time to have this conversation.
The right time? It's our anniversary.
One year together.
I cooked the chicken for you.
Your friends are here.
I said I'll be back as soon as I can.
[SCOFFS.]
You know what? Take your time.
[SIGHS.]
MICK: Normally, vampires don 't have to frequent women in the trade.
Between willing freshies and your basic vamp appeal there's just no need.
But this was different.
A vampire had been here.
Even through the door, I could smell it.
[SCREAMING.]
Struggle, resistance, and ultimately, defeat.
And it wasn 't just the victim.
It was the vampire who did it to her.
- Hurry.
My boss will be back any minute.
- It won't take long.
- What are you looking for? - I'll know when I see it.
- Why haven't they identified her? - They have, kind of.
Not according to this.
Well, she had one of those stripper names, you know? Give her Jane Doe until we find out who she really is.
Oh, my God.
He did this? Mm-hm.
- You think it's funny? - You pay me 50 bucks to see a dead girl naked, I assume you're up for anything.
You're sick.
Do you know that? [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[WHISPERS.]
Shh.
It's my boss.
Good evening, sir.
You sure you wanna do this? We have to know.
Okay.
WOMAN [OVER P.
A.
.]
: Dr.
Werzer to Radiology.
[WHIMPERS.]
I'm sorry.
[CRYING.]
It's not her.
It's not her.
[MOM SOBBING.]
Everybody's gone now.
You can get up.
- What are you doing here? - I was about to ask you the same thing.
No, the person hiding around the corner in the other room gets to go first.
There is a sexual predator on the loose.
I don't know if sexual is the right word but there was rumors about an odd m.
o.
A biter? That's an understatement.
I don't mean to cast aspersions but I think it might be - It's a vampire.
An extremely frustrated and dangerous one.
So your turn.
- What? - What are you doing here? - You tracking the same guy? - I'm looking for a girl.
The daughter of that couple.
She's an escort.
Not this escort? No.
This is the girl their daughter came to L.
A.
With after high school.
They were roommates.
You brought those people here thinking they were gonna see their daughter? I went to a condo thinking I'd find their live daughter.
That happened to be a crime scene.
- Which crime scene? - Wilshire Corridor, 87 - 18? - Yeah.
That's how I ended up here too.
I'm freezing.
Let's get out of here.
Okay, I'm just gonna say it.
Don't you think it's a little weird running into each other here? - Not really.
What do you mean? - I mean you've been avoiding me.
- No, I haven't.
- Yes, you have.
Ever since, you know, the desert you've been dodging my calls, avoiding me.
And then we run into each other twice.
First downtown and now here.
Following two different paths, we end up in the same place.
Don't you think that's strange? I'm not big on categorizing things into strange and not.
Wow.
Vampires make really bad liars.
Go on, admit it.
I don't think we need to make this a big deal.
It is a big deal.
I fed you.
You were dying out there, and I brought you back to life with my blood.
With my blood, Mick.
- And now we're here together.
- What do you want me to say? Huh? What do you want me to say? I want you to admit that something happened between us.
MICK: Okay.
Okay.
Something happened.
- Lf you're gonna say it like that - Hey.
So, what if I called you back? - What then? Huh? - What do you mean? - You understand I'm a vampire, right? - Yeah.
And don't you have some dinner that you're giving? All I'm saying is that I'm here and so are you and there must be a reason.
Help me track the killer, and I think you'll find the girl.
MAN 1: Hey.
How are you? MAN 2: Good.
WOMAN 1: We'll squeeze it in? WOMAN 2: I think so.
[CELL PHONE RINGS.]
MAN 1: Have a nice day.
MAN 2: I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah? MAN [OVER PHONE.]
: Hello, Cherish? Who is this? MAN: I'm a friend of your old roommate, Jazzmyn.
CHERISH: Huh.
- How is she? MAN: Good.
Never better.
- She says hi.
- Really? Because we kind of had a falling-out after she swiped my old website.
MAN: Yeah, she's sorry about that.
She said I should give you a call.
Look, I'm private now.
Not really into expanding my circle of friends.
MAN: Could offer a substantial donation.
Five hundred roses? MAN: Okay.
CHERISH: Per hour? - Fine.
And you're sure Jazzmyn won't get all skeezy about this? MAN: I promise you she won't say anything.
[PHONE BEEPS OFF.]
You'd think by now you'd know how to spell "predator.
" - So was the morgue exciting? - I'm sorry I had to bail.
Don't apologize to me.
Apologize to the man who burnt dinner.
- Was he mad? - No, not really.
That's kind of the point.
What's going on with you two, anyway? What do you mean? You've been together for a year, and you're not even living together.
- We have sleepovers.
- Exactly.
Don't you think it's time to get serious? - I am serious.
- About stiffs in the morgue.
Is there someone else? - No.
- Really? No.
No.
Where is this coming from, anyway? I thought you said Josh and I were fated.
Fate's fine, but at some point, the humars gotta make it happen.
Fate's not gonna get the keys made and move your stuff into his apartment.
I mean, if that's what you want.
The universe sends you a sign, and you just [CELL PHONE RINGS.]
You see? That's a sign.
But you gotta answer the call.
It's not Josh.
RIDER: The dead escort's name was Natalie Hall.
Professional name, Jazzmyn.
Two Z's and a Y.
Voted most likely to succeed by her high school class.
Not sure how the others fared, but that's seeming unlikely at this point.
Favorite quote, " Have fun in the sun, get laid in the shade.
" [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
Be careful what you wish for, right? MAN: Your guest, sir.
Josef, Rider, meet Beth Turner.
Beth Turner.
Buzzwire.
- Such beautiful women on the Internet.
- Thank you.
I guess.
So are you gonna tell me what I'm doing here? Mick said you had a great voice.
Rider here has got a list of all of the incoming calls to the dead escort's website during the last 24 hours of her life.
One of them is probably the killer.
- So you want me to call the numbers? - Quick study.
- And, what, talk to him? - Lf we're lucky, yeah.
What am I supposed to say? I've never spoken to a serial killer.
Well, be polite.
"Please.
Thank you.
" - Just do whatever - Whatever escorts do.
MICK: Yeah.
- Okay.
[IN SEX Y VOICE.]
Whatever you want.
[DIALING.]
[LINE RINGING.]
MAN [OVER PHONE.]
: Hello? - Hey.
Who is this? - It's me, Jazzmyn.
- Oh, you.
- So I was thinking - What? What were you thinking? - You know.
- No, I don 't know, you idiot whore bag.
I told you never to call me here.
[DIAL TONE HUMS.]
- I messed up.
MICK: No, you didn't.
- I ruined it.
- You didn't.
It's fine.
It's not him.
He thinks she's alive.
He's not who we're looking for, really.
You were - She was - Very impressive.
Hot.
Very, very hot.
- Next? BETH: Uh-huh.
[PHONE DIALING.]
[LINE RINGING.]
[PHONE RINGING.]
[PHONE BEEPS.]
MAN: Hello? BETH: Hey.
- Cherish? [SOFTLY.]
Cherish? - Is that you? Are you there? - Yeah, I'm here.
Where else would I be? MAN: We're still on for today, right? BETH: I can 't wait.
- That's why I'm calling you.
- Good.
I'm really glad.
You seem really nice.
We're gonna have a blast.
So - Yeah? - See you at Greenies? Wait.
He hung up.
That's weird.
Kind of reminded me of high school.
Sounds like he wants a girlfriend, not a hooker.
- Does anyone know where Greenies is? - I've never heard of it.
I'll poke around.
Meanwhile, the call was traced to a landline.
1730 Los Feliz.
If the plan is for today, you might wanna hurry.
Let's go.
BETH: So your friends, are they, um? - What? - You know.
Vampires? Can't tell, can you? Scary.
- It doesn't sound like - Shh.
[MOUTHS.]
Okay.
AGENT: Hands up.
Turn around.
- Let them go! Put your hands on your head.
Now.
Aah! Okay.
All right, all right.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING.]
MAN: Cherish? Sure.
Why not? Finally, it's you.
I saw your picture.
Just sit down, okay? You know what? Get me a double.
AGENT: "Mick St.
John.
" Do you have any idea how close you came to getting shot? MICK: Do you have any idea how close you came to getting your face ripped off? I never understood what it is about humans and yelling.
Not that I don 't appreciate that flushed, blood-in-the-face look more than I used to, back before I became a vampire.
It's just that whatever relief elevating your blood pressure brings causes you to miss things, important things.
AGENT: Have you arrested for this.
You got that? CARL: What's that? I don't know.
Looks like some old photo.
- Looks like old hookers or something.
AGENT: Could we stick to the case? Not waste time on some stupid-ass picture? CARL: The feds have this guy nailed.
He's a loner, 38 to 45 years old.
Tortured animals as a child.
Wet his bed.
That freezer it's a place to keep trophies of his victims.
MICK: So you say he's 38, huh? - He's 38 to 45.
- Profiling's not an exact science.
- I'll say.
They said we can go.
MICK: He's a kid, maybe 16 years old.
- Sixteen? Well, going on 200.
I saw a picture.
- What an awkward age.
- You're not kidding.
You know boys that age think about sex 20 times a minute? And that's a scientific fact.
Times two centuries, that's gotta take a toll.
- Should we tell the police? - He's a vampire.
- It's probably healthier if we don't.
- Oh, my God.
- What? - Natalie Hall.
- This belonged to the dead escort.
- Keep it hidden until we're in the car.
They're still watching us.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
Look.
That's her.
That's the girl I'm looking for.
- You think he's with her? - There's a good chance.
MICK: Does that say "Greenies"? - There's a number on the back.
- Call it.
So, what's the deal? You a virgin? Depends on what you mean.
I mean, would I be your first? My first? Not really.
How old are you? I said.
Twenty-one, sure.
I mean really.
Really? Hundred ninety-seven and a half.
Look, you seem like a nice kid.
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
- Are you sure that? - Hey.
Don't answer it.
Okay, okay.
Just [CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
BETH: It went to Cherish's voice mail.
It's a public place at a crowded pier.
She should be okay until we get there.
- How far is it, anyway? - It's at the beach.
We're almost there.
So we can go on the rides, play some games.
- Rides? - The roller coaster's killer.
You'll love it.
I don't have time for all that.
- Come here.
- You can wait.
I want you closer.
[CHAIR SLIDES CLOSER.]
- So how does it work, anyway? - What? Just, you know, the sex thing.
Your parents never told you? They somehow skipped the part involving vampires.
- Oh.
- Vampires and humans, I mean.
Oh, I'm talking totally hypothetically, believe me.
Kiss me.
[MAN SCOFFS, CHUCKLES.]
- No way.
- Like you mean it.
You wanna know how it works? - It doesn't, okay? It doesn't work.
- So it's impossible? It's not impossible, it's inadvisable.
It never ends well.
- Never? - We're almost there.
- You should check that number again.
- Okay.
[EXHALES.]
- Hey, maybe you should just calm down.
- No.
Maybe you should just do what you're paid for.
[CELL PHONE RINGS.]
- I'm out of here.
- Do not answer that.
Yeah? CHERISH: Aah! MINEO: Sit still.
Do you have her? What's going on? I can't tell.
Listen.
MICK: Hello? Hello, Cherish? Now give me the phone.
Cherish? - Anybody there? - You're coming with me.
CHERISH: Aah.
- This way.
MICK: I can hear you, and I know what you are.
I understand why you're doing this.
The bordello, is that it? Who turned you? What did they do? Are you there? - Let her go.
I know you want to.
- Who are you? Who are you? My name is Mick St.
John, and I know you're a vampire.
Where did you get this number? - You're a vampire like me.
- Oh, like you, huh? - I know what you're going through.
- Oh, you know? Is that right? I know that you feel cursed.
Like fate has played a cruel trick on you.
Like you're gonna wake up one day and realize this was all a mistake.
But you don't wake up.
Not as the years roll by, the decades.
Centuries, Mick.
Two hundred years.
I didn 't choose any of this.
- It was done to me.
- You can always choose.
Yeah, sure.
[CHERISH YELPS.]
[VOICES OVERLAPPING.]
MAN: Yeah, right.
- You should get those, man.
- Hold up.
Just give me a minute.
WOMAN: Yeah.
MAN: Santa Monica? WOMAN: Yeah, that one.
MAN: Yeah.
Yeah.
So we should be there.
[CHERISH SOBBING.]
[BELL RINGS.]
[CHERISH SOBBING.]
[CHERISH GROANS.]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING.]
[CHERISH SOBBING.]
Let go of me.
Let me go! You don't have to do this.
MAN: Hey, man, let her go.
[CHERISH WHIMPERING, CROWD CHATTERING.]
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Leave me alone.
[SOBBING.]
- That guy was gonna kill me.
- It's okay.
MICK: It doesn't have to be this way.
[THUD.]
I know what you're going through.
[MACHINES WHIRRING.]
[LIGHTS THUDDING.]
MICK: I've been through it myself.
You hear me? I know what it's like.
Think so? You think you know? Couldrt possibly.
I mean, you were turned at, what, 30? I'm stuck.
All I've ever wanted is to grow out of this, and I won't.
Ever.
Someone betrayed you.
Oh, you think? You're not the only one.
Have you ever loved someone completely? So that she was your whole world.
You'd do anything she asked.
Anything at all.
Have you ever loved someone that way? So you forgot about yourself, and all you thought about was her.
I'll love you forever.
MICK: Forever.
CORALINE: Forever? Yes.
See, I never have.
[GRUNTING.]
[GROWLS.]
MICK: If I've learned anything in 85 years it's that what we want doesn 't always matter.
You can wanna get from here to there.
You can wanna survive.
But if the universe wants something different you can run, but you can 't hide.
[INAUDIBLE.]
[FOOTSTEPS.]
Hi.
[SOBBING.]
- Where are the cameras? - They don't want this public.
MAUREEN: " Escort nearly killed.
Reunited with parents.
" That's about the juiciest story we've ever had.
- She doesn't wanna be on the Internet.
- Since when? - I gotta go.
- Uh MICK: Maybe it's the sum of a million coincidences we don 't quite control that brings us to a particular place at a particular time.
[KEYS JINGLE.]
Or maybe it's the choices we make.
The actions we take.
If there's one thing I've learned in 85 years it's that what we want, it doesn 't always matter.
[GASPS.]
You just took off.
Oh.
You were kind of tied up with your editor.
You could at least have said goodbye.
Good - bye.
What we want doesn 't always matter.
But then again sometimes it's all that does.